Inside a high-tower building, Stephen's limbs were tied to a heavy metal plate and lay on his back, and a beam of light shone on Stephen from top to bottom.

The moisture on his body was evaporating, and his eyes were blinded by the light. The skin was stinging from the light, like thousands of fine needles sticking to the skin.

The so-called scorching torture is like this, allowing the criminals to be scorched to death by the stellar light, and Stephen’s is even more terrifying. In the past scorching, a condensing lens was placed above the criminals. Although painful, the criminals would die within one day. Stephen is different. He was irradiated with artificial light, which was weaker than the stellar light, but it lasted longer. It took at least three days for him to die.

At a certain moment, Stephen spoke in a hoarse voice.

"You came."

"How do you know it was me?"

Myron came, and he walked over to the metal plate where Stephen was lying on his back and crouched down.

"I can still hear you, and I remember your footsteps clearly."

Even in this situation, Stephen still forced a smile to show Mellen that he is still optimistic, but such a smile further highlights his misery.

"Have you regretted it?" Myron asked.

"How about you?"

"We are the same kind of people." Mellen replied with a smile. They are all elites among the Carters, and they can guess each other's ideas in just a few words.

"Thanks to what you did, I once again set foot on Sorry's land." Mellen said.

"How does the homeland feel?"

When asked this way, Melan couldn't help showing a melancholy expression on his face.

"I miss it very much, it's also very strange, and it's strange to say that I have only left eleven revolutions."

"Our ancestors also came from the sea. Once on land, they are no longer aquatic creatures. You shouldn't come back." Stephen said.

When he said this, Stephen was obviously disappointed.

"My role is not important anymore. The space construction project can be left to those people to complete independently." With that, Mellen took out a cylindrical wine bottle and sighed as he watched Stephen who was being burnt. I brought wine, but unfortunately you can't drink it now."

"Can be sprinkled on my grave." Stephen said.

"so be it."

Hearing the reminder from the people behind him, Myron ended the words.

It is of course impossible for Myron to sneak into the heavily guarded Scorching Tower. He came in through a regular route. Now, the time for visiting is over and he must leave.

As he got up and left, Stephen suddenly asked a question.

"We... can we win in the end?"

"...Who knows? Do your best, do your best."

Mellen could not answer this question, because the answer to the question was very clear to both of them.

A few days after that visit, Myron was called to participate in a national meeting. At the meeting, Myron heard a matter about him.

"Considering the impact of space work on the mental health of the Carters, the meeting unanimously decided to let Mr. Myron carry out the construction of remote control command on Sori. What do you think?"

"I have no opinion, this is good." Myron replied calmly.

After the meeting, Myron met with a beautiful female Carter, who smiled politely and motioned Myron to follow her.

"Please follow me, and I will take you to the place of work."

The two got into the car, and the car drove onto the highway, gradually speeding up, and then entering a downhill, driving from the ground to the ground.

After driving in the tunnel for almost four hours, the car stopped. They got off at a place similar to a train station, and the person who took over drove the car to park. The beautiful female Carter continued to act as a guide.

"Where is this place?" Carter couldn't help asking, looking at the surrounding claustrophobic environment.

"Dungeon No. 638 is 1,000 meters deep underground. Even if it is a meteorite thrown from orbit, as long as it is not a huge tonnage, it is more than enough to defend it."

"How can it be guaranteed that amoeba will not use super-megaton meteorites for orbital bombing?"

Myron continued to ask with worry.

"Mr. Myron, don’t worry. The depths of the dungeons are not the same, and there are deeper dungeons, and the super-giant meteorite I am talking about is the kind of meteorite that can smash a continent below sea level, and transport such tons. When the meteorite comes, we can find it early and transfer the people to deeper dungeons."

As the guide explained, she led Melan to a room. She swiped the door lock with a card she was carrying, and the door lock opened automatically.

"this way please."

"We're here, this is where you work." Leading the way.

Myron looked at the environment in the room, and focused on some electronic devices that he understood but didn't know how to operate.

"This thing is not the same as ours." Mellen picked up a headset and looked at it as he said.

"This is our newly developed radio equipment ~lightnovelpub.net~ with versatility, running memory up to 20G, and you can even perform some simple physical model calculations."

The guide smiled and explained these electronic devices to Myron. These sophisticated devices are the crystallization of the wisdom of all Carters. Under the catalysis of crisis awareness, every country is working together, and they will each other scientific experiments. When the data is summed up, there will be such results in a short period of time.

"20 G?!"

Myron was amazed. The computer on the space construction project has only a dozen megabytes of memory, and this one actually has 20 gigabytes. This is simply a qualitative change of the field computer.

"You should send this thing to the space engineering side. They are building space battleships. Adding such good things to the space battleship will make the operation of the battleship easier." Mellen said.

"You are using a sample machine now, and some minor problems need to be tested. After the improvement, we will fax the blueprint of the computer to the space construction project as soon as possible." The guide explained with a smile.

"That's good."

After setting up the commander-in-chief Myron, the guide went to a special room to report to his boss.

"Is there anything wrong with it?"

"No, his reaction is normal." The guide replied.

The Carter high-level at the communication end spoke quietly.

"Highly centralized rights can easily cause trouble. Stephen is the precedent. Myron is likely to be the next one, but it's not too late. The surveillance of Myron must be strengthened. The instructions he gave to the space construction project, you too Focus on monitoring, not slack off."

"Yes!"

The guide solemnly gave a military salute.